Devil's Maze
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I'm in Manhattan's mass transit, underground
Can't panic, being chased through the maze like phantasm
A lab rat in this Pan's Labyrinth
I made it to the end where they won't let me in
So I'm breaking the pin of their door hinges
Y'all puss, I'll put these door hinges in your four entrances
I'm four centuries now
Walk into these war trenches with poor victims and corpse in 'em
Deformed infants with autism and morticians are tormented
A starving artist with stomach pains
These hunger games ain't no audition
Freddy Krueger with his jaw missing
Edgar Hoover go crossdressing
It's war in prison, they don't want to let us free
So I'm fighting for my people
See my life through the eyes of this Kehoe
Cause they got it locked like Heathrow
Like Gazans dropped in the Warsaw ghetto
With a sawed off that'll ward off devils
Whether freshman or sophomore level
We're born as rebels with a score to settle
Son you better watch for the obstacle course
They don't want to stop no probable cause
Just another plot, psychological war
But I call shots like a mafia boss
Tropical storms, levees break
In this metal cage, we're mental slaves
So we elevate this devil's maze
'Til it's heaven's gate then we get away
Freedom isn't free nigga, it comes with a price
And what the fuck good is money when you pay with your life?
You niggas calling God's name when you don't want to die
But never said a fucking word while you was alive
Success isn't free nigga, it comes with a price
And what the fuck good is money when you pay with your life?
You niggas calling God's name when you fall from the top
But never said a fucking word before making it drop
My soul trapped in that contract
Ghostbuster contraption, casket
Sony building like 9/11
Get blown up the same fashion, crashing
No love for my passion, that's it
So fuck it, I'm blasting bastards
Showed up with my faction phallus
Cold-blooded assassins rapping
They wanna kill us only cause the realest people feel us
And our aura will outlast 'em, sort of like Cloud Atlas
These rap heads is half-dead, Kevorkian's malpractice
From California to Arizona these border towns that access
They calling us "brown fascists"
Pero no somos, no sea tonto, nosotros machetero
Hasta los ricos, los pobres, y los callejeros
On a kamikaze-like mission, no paparazzi, who's flicking?
That's CIA, MK-Ultra, if you pop a molly you snitching
We not alike and then my copyrights'll go missing
It's a homicide, let the llama light that Maserati you whipping
Woke up in that new Bugatti, but they slept on that 'lluminati
They getting paid, forever slaves
And they resting place is this devil's maze